After the commercials, Adam comes up behind Joan at her locker and says, "Hey." She's slightly startled and then warns him, "I'd stay away. I'm kinda caked with fertilizer, and we all know what that's made of." Judith's attitude? Adam -- like all the good ones -- doesn't care, and pulls her into a hug. He says she missed lunch, and he's brought her a sandwich. Joan thanks him and gives him a girlish smile. He says, "I'm sorry, Jane. I know you and Judith are friends, and I don't want to fight with her…but she's always ragging on me." Joan admits that Judith blew her off, too: "I just had this whole fantasy of how we would all come together and be, like, this one person with a lot of heads." Uh…no. Don't make me have to invent hydracide, because I wouldn't even know where to begin. Adam looks equally concerned. Joan admits that sounded "kinda freaky" but believes he knew what she meant. Adam says, "I'm sorry, I -- I really can't handle working with her." As they start walking, Joan says: "Yeah, I guess trying to drag everyone into this was ultra-dumb." Adam's surprised that she's not mad. She replies, "Adam, I don't even understand why I'm doing this garden. How can I be mad at you if you're not into it?" Adam: "It feels like there's so much stuff coming at us lately…like we're the indeterminate thing, you know?" Joan muses, "Maybe we should be our physics project." She thinks for another moment and says, "I planted something called impatiens, but they take as long as everything else." Adam laughs. Joan: "Funny, huh?" Well, especially since they're annuals. Who plants seeds for annuals in the fall? I couldn't tell you what growing zone Maryland's in but this just seems wacky to me.

Will and Chewy are at the station. Chewy's eating something out of a plastic bag, and looking through a glass wall. He seems anxious. Will advises him, "Ease up, man. Our medical plan doesn't cover stomach stapling." Hee! Taking that as a shout-out for sure. Chewy: "I'm peckish. Happens whenever a grieving family member accuses me of murder." And in any month with an R in it, and on any day with a Y in it. They go in to see Roebuck, who says, "First off, let me say, we go up against the blue wall, we better have a solid case." Chewy says the only witness against the two shooters they arrested for killing an eight-year-old in a drive-by dies in a fire: "Convenient." Roebuck: "They're drug dealers. Their friends wanted to send a message. Roasting some woman isn't exactly a moral quandary for them." Will shows Roebuck photographs from Mary Wallace's house, commenting that arson investigators believe the fire started in the basement, probably a box close to the heater. He asks, "Now, you came from the arson squad; you buy it?" Roebuck thinks it looks like there's a line of accelerant running from the back window. Chewy: "Meaning?" Roebuck: "A pro. Gangbanger's not gonna waste time hiding his tracks like this." Will tells Roebuck that the two shooters told them to "look to [their] own" and that they received the same message at Mary's funeral. Roebuck paces slightly, saying they he thought they'd finally cleaned up the force. He looks out through one of the glass walls of his office. Will: "Funny, Roy, isn't this where we met? On the outside looking in?" Not loving that bit of dialogue.